Bright Edged Sword

Told that the devil has you in his grasp
That a demon holds you near
Told that a waiting storm to judge you soon
Is what you ought to fear
Told to be better
Told to be right
Told to straighten up
Let go of your pride
Told to be silent
Told to be still
Told to tone it down
You say you never will

Battle on with a bright edged sword
Like a butterfly in June
Don't let them cut your wings
Don't let them steal your right
Shine like the sun, like the moon
Battle on with a bright edged sword
All the colors running free
Don't let them paint you grey
Don't let them shut you down
You were meant to be happy

Oh, I bet they told you, told you, told you
Told that the devil has you in his grasp
That a demon holds you near
Told that a waiting storm to judge you soon
Is what you ought to fear
Told to be better
Told to be right
Told to straighten up
Let go of your pride
Told to be silent
Told to be still
Told to tone it down
You say you never will

I've been there out on the edge
I've been laced with rage
I've been afraid, sorrowing and faint
And I've turned another page

Battle on with a bright edged sword
Like a butterfly in June
Don't let them cut your wings
Don't let them steal your right
Shine like the sun, like the moon
Battle on with a bright edged sword
All the colors running free
Don't let them paint you grey
Don't let them shut you down
You were meant to be happy



Elizabeth Azpurua

Loneliness

My friend looks like loneliness
She has a dress but it's all a mess
It looks like blankets
My friend she sticks around
She often clings to me laying down
She will not leave here
My friend is like my shadow
She's following or leading where I go
She likes to linger
She has her hair in knots and tangles
Sometimes it's me she truly strangles
She's a disaster
My friend she looks like loneliness
She leaves my life such a bloody mess
She's pulling me from the door
She's locking me in
She won't let me out
Some days she whispers others she shouts
She's like a dark cloud inside my head
Sometimes she whispers...better off...
Silence! The noise she makes is so loud
She stays although I say she's not allowed
She's rolling over my bed, she's pulling off my shoes
She's tangled in my hair, she's always on the loose
She's a disaster, a sickly thing
Stuck to the walls, the door, the ceiling
Everywhere I look and everywhere there's me
A shadow she is looming, covering everything
My friend she looks like loneliness
She has a dress but it's all a mess
It looks like blankets
She's in the blankets and she's holding me down
She's holding me down
She's holding me down



Elizabeth Azpurua

Great Wretched Hall

I can't speak beyond this cavern in my head
That's spewing out monsters that wish me dead
I am feeding the errors so they'll make me a wall
To grow over my memories like a great wretched hall
There's a battalion of hellions stampeding along
Marching through my thoughts in the throng
Shouting obscenities into the empty and echoing
Somebody drown them out I cannot think a thing

Silence them all
Shut them down
Build the wall higher all around
Drown them out
End their sound
Standing in this great wretched hall

I am wrong and I am bruised
My mind has become confused
Let's all say I have been abused
By all these monsters I've loosed

I can shout inside this cavern in my head
All these shadows are filling me with dread
I am watching all my errors construct my wall
Growing over all my memories like a great wretched hall
I hear the battalion of hellions marching along
Cascading their emotions on and on and on
Shouting obscenities into the empty and echoing
Somebody drown them out I cannot think a thing

Silence them all
Shut them down
Build the wall higher all around
Drown them out
End their sound
Standing in this great wretched hall

I am wrong and I am bruised
My mind has become confused
Let's all say I have been abused
By all these monsters I've loosed

Echoing and thunderous
Inside this gaping hole so cavernous
Wretched still and I am shutting down
Somebody come and drown out their sound
Stand a top all my errors piled on top this wall
And silence all the noise of this great wretched hall
Silence all the noise of this great wretched hall
Silence all the noise
Silence them all

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Since tomorrow is Beltane

In celebration of Beltane, "Season of Poetry" is FREE for download...

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Enjoy!

Elizabeth Azpurua

Insane Flame House on the Shore

"Insane House"

picking at the scabs, pulling out my hair
scraping on the walls, but nobody's there
digging in the floors, slamming doors
running up and down the floors
racing to my bed against thoughts in my head
scattered on the floor, nothing more
falling all a part in dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is real
plucking at my eyes, pulling at my hair
scratching on the walls for a mural there
pull a part the floors, slamming doors
running up and down all those floors
racing to my bed against monsters in my head
screaming at the door, nothing more
fall all a part in a dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is reality
is taking me
down
down all the floors
through all the doors
where is the solace anymore?
I hear the roar
Monsters in my head are crying for my death
picking at the scabs, pulled out all my hair
scratched up all the walls without any care
tore a part the floors, locked all the doors
ran too many times up and down the floors
raced straight to my bed against monsters in my head
scarred inside my soul, nothing more
fall all a part in a dark macabre art
suddenly insanity is all of me
all that's left of me
now

4/27/15


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"Stagnant or Calm?"

there are funny moments where i notice
you still me
my raucous spirit settles
the waves all cease
is this a type of death
or birth in me?
is it like stagnant water
or a calm sea?
you come around and stand there
you still me
and i wonder what it means

4/15/15


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"Flame on the Shore"

She said I've been feeling like a flame
on the shore
Destined to be washed away
but meant for something more

I said fires shouldn't be near the sea
Fires shouldn't be where they're not meant to be

1/30/15

Elizabeth Azpurua

Building Wall

"Building"

Rip out my hair
pluck out these eyes
pull off my lips
in one loud sigh
tear out my heart
and break me apart
silence the feeling
building

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"Building Wall"

A building wall
a building dam
a space stacked high by worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
but stand upon and stare out wide
Oh, who shall know if I shall jump?
I shall build but shall I want?
I wish the wall to tumble down
yet wish it hold it all up now
Oh, building wall
a building dam
a space stacked by my worn out hands
I cannot be
the one behind
I'll stand upon with arms out wide
and if the wall shall tumble down
I'll stay within the ruins now

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"Wall"

Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I hear the whispers behind the stones
They prophecy of all that might be known
Beyond the stones of the wall so high
A future lays that I may realize
I hear the whispers often turn to cries
Wanting me to start the climb
Reaching up and taking hold
The wall is blocking all foretold
Beyond the stones are things I do not know
A future that itself won't be made shown
I wish to see beyond the wall someday
To stifle the cries beyond the stones

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Singing The Wrong Moon Song

Sitting here alone on the floor beside my bed

My thoughts are claiming victims in my head

All about the stillness inside this room

Is illuminated by the moon

I said to my lover I will be returning soon

I lied again beneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will be singing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It goes like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar”

Sitting here by my bedside table on the floor

I have oft been called words that rhyme with door

All about the stillness inside of this little room

Is illuminating all the lies under my moon

I promised my lover I would be returning soon

I deceived again underneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will always sing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry”

My room is lonely and it’s silent

Some say I should just repent

If I did I’d feel I’m sorry

But, I know that I’m not sorry

I promised my lover I would be returning soon

I deceived again underneath the winter moon

I said to my lover I will always sing our tune

But I sang a different song under the moon

It sounds like: “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry”

Sitting by the window on this floor

The moon is calling me a whore

I may not know what I did it for

I just know I’ve done this before

Promising lovers I’d come home soon

Leave them alone beneath their moon

I promise them I’ll sing their tune

Just so I can sing beneath another moon

Singing songs like “I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

Everything without order

I am holding at the border

All the things like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims piled up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I just like leaving them to die

Let ‘em all hang out to dry

They ask why; I don’t know why

I just like to hear them cry

I’m a sightless sorter

With a profound disorder

I like walls made of torture

I hold them at the border

Pile them high like a hoarder

Buried deep in the mortar

All my victims way up high

Like a macabre wall to the sky

I sit to watch them die

Beneath a moonlit sky

I can’t tell you why

I just like to hear them cry”

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Silenced Deep Down

"Deep Down"

One of these days

I’m going to explode

I don’t want to be here

When I battle against them

All of their chains upon me

All of their walls around me

They want to shun me now

Stuff me into a hole deep down

All of the illusionists there

They don’t happen to care

Where they spin their tales

Pervasive; hearts have failed

One of these days

I’m going to erupt

I don’t want to be here

When I wage war against them

All of their ropes upon me

And their fortress around me

They want to shut me out

Stuff me into a hole deep down

Saying I am an ailment in their side

Like a poison dart I’m opening wide

All of their false and wrong insides

Tell me why must we all hide?

Let it all out – I’m erupting

Time to call out this farce

Here I go now – exploding

Level them out; it’s sparse

Nothing left now that’s false

Bury ‘em down…

Or they will stuff me in hole deep down

1/9/15 

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“Silenced Songbird”

Am I diseased or crazy?

Perhaps I’m mad and touched

They never want to hear me

Tell me stand there and hush

They want to marvel at my beauty

But I mustn’t make a sound

When did it happen that the songbird

Cannot sing aloud?

Struck with envy

Struck with greed

They are yanking feathers off of me

And they want me – never freed

To be silent

Am I diseased or crazy?

Perhaps I’m a fool for all of them

They never want to hear me

They want me beautifully broken

I should like to sing so loud their ears bleed

They are sick with envy corrupted by greed

Plucking my feathers one by one

I am through with silence

I am done

1/14/15

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Discarded

Battling loneliness like a ghost

With a scepter of cobwebs

Wishing for all I wanted most

But never to have it

I was discarded 

Swallow me up into silence 

Burn out my eyes

With those goodbyes 

Saturate my irrelevance 

Stifle my cries

With silent lies 

All of me lives within silence 

Discarded 

By: Elizabeth Azpurua 

10/13/14

My Own Song

Maybe I’m an error

a polluted sea

A broken mirror

or an arbitrary thing

Am I your reflection?

You see contempt in me

Something that you’ll question

just to prove to me

That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong

That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon

Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song

I’ll play along, I’ll play along

Maybe I’m off center

I can’t stand up straight

Wouldn’t life be fairer

if I remained in a pure state?

Am I your reflection?

You don’t like seeing me

You hold an accusation

just to prove to me

That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong

That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon

Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song

I’ll play along, I’ll play along

I’m a mismatch puzzle

or a broken door

A crooked picture

and a metaphor

I’m off kilter and silently bewitched

Unraveling from everything you stitched

Like a tapestry refusing to remain

What you made it

You can’t hang it

Maybe I have errors

My threads are colorful

All of my accusers

Aren’t very thoughtful

Am I your reflection?

No? Yet you won’t see

Beyond your accusation

Of what I’m still to be

I am not one foot out a door leading to wrong

Nor on any road named “Old Babylon”

The only song I sing is my own song

All I’ve wanted is to be me all along

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

1/4/15

Stalactites and Bones

I sometimes ache for you until I'm sure

my soul has broken bones

from attempting to flee the confines 

of my body and seek you in

some astral realm

I sometimes long for you until I'm sure

my heart has grown stalactites 

from dripping emotions this long

unable to find you and hold you

where I know you belong

By Elizabeth Azpurua 

From: "Elegy of Metaphors"

"Volcanic Butterflies"

like fire lights inside chasms of burnt orange

melodic, transcending; sunrise in a whirlwind

escape; freethinking with a notion of cynicism and fault

take it back, cardinal, and give a new face to the ashes here

volcanic and incredible

wishing on sunlit skies, jetted by, and passing strange

this masquerade of ours

erupting into a molten mess of monarch butterflies

tinged in burnt orange and black

fly away and take wing into the sea of setting suns

volcanic was the ending

and from that, the island sprung

From: "Elegy of Metaphors"

the ebook of poetry by Elizabeth Azpurua

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O845VN0

Here Comes Halloween

Black roses and red leaves
and orange carved faces
with cobwebbed spider sleeves
and wrought iron fences
Darkness and harvest moons
with bats lining windows
Enchanting haunted tunes
and lanterns in rows
Sheets making ghosts
and painted ghoulish faces
and scarecrows on posts
and creepy haunting places
There goes a witch on by
Here comes a goblin in green
Did you hear a banshee cry?
Here comes Halloween

9/29/12

Elizabeth Azpurua

Grey Duct Tape Robot

"Not a Robot"

We all grasp for a quality of rightness
A sense of belonging
And importance
Meaning and depth
We seek grace and power
All vying for position at the top
To be honored by our peers
Not me-
I want solitary expounding of thoughts
Crashes of intellect
Imaginative journeys
No sense of belonging
To a form or a product
I am not a robot

9/28/14

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"Grey"

I color the world around me in grey
why? because I can I say
I needn't be a sunny shade or such
because I like the grey so much
I like the foggy morning misty days
and like the storm clouds billowing
I like the dingy, darkening haze
and like the wind that's whistling
I am a stormy soul of grey
not a sunny sort of shade
I color all the world around me so
because grey is all that I know

by Elizabeth Azpurua

5/29/14

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"Duct Tape"

This world is a troublesome one
Not sure how we got along so far
It wasn't from numbers or wishing on stars
or from fallen eyelashes, I assure you
Must have been blood, sweat and tears
duct tape and glue
A hope, a prayer, and I got by with you

Elizabeth Azpurua

Stitched Up With Wrongs

My feet cannot move to their music
For there's barely any melody
It sounds mostly like repetitive
Tap, tap, tapping
My body is not rigid, but fluid
It dips melodically
Incapable of robotic
One, two, three-ing
My voice cracks and whispers
My lips speak of lust
Their's automatically responds
With what is just
My arms can't act out their charades
My logic can't perform their parody
It's mostly too rehearsed
One, two , three-acting
I cannot dance to their rhythm
Nor sing their worship songs
I was never made for this
I'm all stitched up with wrongs

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

Roses Red

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
anger is a yell
a nightmare not a dream
don't ever ask them why
the angry often cry
anger hurts them both
anger doesn't lie

shatter all the moments
in record breaking time
angry at the loss
angry at the crime

let it out...
...shout

she said paint her roses red
she wanted them painted red
nothing mattered then
but that
'why aren't my roses red
did you hear what I had said?'
the moment came and went
at that

anger is a fist
anger is a scream
roses torn a part
by Alice in a dream
she doesn't know why
she began to cry
angry at the Queen
anger doesn't lie

the looking glass is shattered
in record breaking time
angry now and cross
angry at the crime

let it all out now
shout it all out now

roses remained white
such a bright sight
Alice left that night
she didn't want to fight

9/28/14

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

From "Your Blue Eyes Meet My Brown"

Taken from the poem "Your Blue Eyes Meet My Brown"

You and I are of the same cloth

Your blue eyes meet my brown

the way the mountains reach

up towards the sky

I don't now words poetic enough for this

Read in the book "The Sky and Sea Are Lovers"

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MYIA8DA

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Frenzied Passion Dance

The lamp glows soft and casts light across
the bars of this golden headboard here
and soft beneath my knees this bed
spill me across these cotton sheets
this overwhelming lust for touch
and breath that heats my cheek
My palms are damp with seeking you
and nearly at the edge
your lips against my shoulders and
your teeth that graze my neck
those hands that grasp or hold me close
and eyes that do entrance
I can't seem to catch my breath here now
this frenzied passion dance
and feel that overwhelming strength
this journey in your hands
To turn around and touch your curls
all blonde that kiss your brows
and ache to feel your fingertips
undoing me there now
Your eyes enrapture pools of blue
and lips that steal my soul
my release I fly to heights for you
and together feeling whole
the time is short don't break the moment
and steal away until I find you again

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

2/28/10

From Abigail....

How long will they keep me from nourishment?  

It's been three days. 

Don't they know I'll become ravenous?  

Maybe they want me ravenous.

Set me up for failure.  A little game.  

I'll play this game, but they won't win.  

Maybe I'll just eat one of their friends.  

Just tear a chunk out of someone's neck.  

The thought is making my saliva come.  I swallow and wait. 

Excerpt from Abigail

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NHTM7CK 

Diddle Your Fears

Hey diddle diddle
Let me tell you a riddle
What is big and is little
Like a storm or a trickle
Might be severe or fickle
More than a tat or tittle
Caught on the outs or the middle
Can you tell me what's the riddle?
It could be great or be little
Like a river or a trickle
It's a problem that can whittle
You on down until you're brittle
And you break down the middle
It's your fears, big or little
Don't you be non-committal
They can become exponential
Far more than just a trickle
Bring you down , diddle diddle
Bring you down

By Elizabeth Azpurua